Altruistic morning hosts a motion barely audible. What needs to be discussed are fenceposts, tar along the roadways, buildings to protect from the oncoming snow. Thoughts bewildering as clouds clutter our mental processing. For all we know our record represents the whole of our capacity. How hollow will the fireplace appear when there are only ashes where spun kindling used to be? A middle ground remains a young hypothesis comprised of playthings.
Astrology, new forfeiture, an instrument just one person can play
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